A1 Everything lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & DJ Drama]
See, I'm an A1 type of guy (Uh-oh)
I crush A1 hoes (True)
Rock A1 clothes (True)
Drive A1 whips (True)
And still pour A.1. Sauce on my sh*t
I come from the bottom (Come from the bottom)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Crushin' all these hoes, rockin' all this ice
Sellin' all these O's, n*gga, I done did that twice
So I'm just ridin' 'round in my Rolls, 'bout to get on my bike
Just to touch down in my hood and I put that on my life
I'm like, yeah, n*gga, I'm there, n*gga, I ball hard all year, n*gga
My diamonds all clear, n*gga, smack my chain, you dead, n*gga
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what you thought
But all my dogs, they murk, and all my dogs go hard, f*ck that
My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna
Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna
I take her to the mall, buy her all type of designers
YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana
I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip
If I ain't have my rap deal, then I'd still be servin' bricks
I kill the pus*y, I murder sh*t, homicide on shorty
My gold rope cost sixty racks and my rose gold cost forty, ah
[Chorus: Meek Mill & DJ Drama]
I get A1 money, I'm an A1 n*gga
Got a A1 swagger, I'm gettin' A1 b*tches
I just bought me a Rollie you can skate on, n*gga
If they don't love it, they hate it, well, get your hate on, n*gga
'Cause I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit (Credit), A1 hoes (Huh?)
I drive A1 whips and I rock A1 clothes, I'm gone (Gangsta)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Pray to God, I wash my hand, but I be damned
2012, one hundred racks to Uncle Sam
A twenty-four-year-old millionaire
Don't read the contract 'less a mil' in there
A1 credit, park my car bowlegged
I got a bus full of b*tches, I call it Jerome Bettis
I grab my di*k in the picture, your ho be croppin' the image
I let you scrape off the dishes, we eatin', n*gga, I finish
Then come right back, hope you insomniac
Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
b*tch, I'm talkin' ca-ca-ca-ca, then more ca-ca-ca-ca
Hit your roof until I pop your top up
Then more ca-ca-ca-ca 'til I know I gotcha
Ballin' like I'm baldin', then I see Jordan in the mirror
n*gga, that's flawless VVS and CC text me, "What you wearin'?"
Puttin' my all inside your b*tch, I grip her hips, that's power steerin'
'Bout to hydroplane when I board that plane and land inside the building, gettin'
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I get A1 money, I'm an A1 n*gga
Got a A1 swagger, I'm gettin' A1 b*tches
I just bought me a Rollie you can skate on, n*gga
If they don't love it, they hate it, well, get your hate on, n*gga
'Cause I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit (Credit), A1 hoes (Huh?)
I drive A1 whips and I rock A1 clothes, I'm gone